an honor for the composer to hear a line from his work in the form of call signs, perhaps only isaac dunaevskye call signs of the moscow radio, have been awarded it widely suffering, dear, yes, igor luchinok since 2004. every hour beats the chimes on the minsk city hall, shine its melody, my miss under the sky cranes and i'm glad that it sounds there every hour until 12:00 at night. that's where i look like, quietly there. the writer's work begins with a clean slate. the artist from a white canvas from the composer from silence in silence. maybe any image will be born. you just need to hear it and write it down. it would seem so simple the song floats on the sea the song walks, the astronauts sing the song on land, looking into the eyes of the universe after anxiety and pain , my song and soul, like after thunder and lightning the world is refreshed by the thunderstorm the song loves those who go not to sleep on the threshold of this song, it is known easier in work and in battle song the trace of generations on the age-old road. why do i sing my songs to people a song about the motherland abo

an honor for the composer to hear a line from his work in the form of call signs, perhaps only isaac dunaevskyns of the moscow radio, received it, dear, yes, igor mochinok since 2004. every hour the chimes on the minsk city hall beats its melody, my miss under the sky cranes, and i am glad that it sounds there every hour of the morning until 12:00. that's where i look, it's quiet there. the writer's work begins with a clean slate. the artist from a white canvas from the composer from silence in silence. maybe any image will be born. you just need to hear it and write it down. it would seem so simple the song floats on the sea the song walks to listen to the song the astronaut sings, looking into the eyes of the universe after anxiety and pain my song and soul, like after thunder and lightning the world is refreshed by the thunderstorm the song loves those who go not to sleep on the threshold of this song, it is known easier in work and in battle song the trace of generations on the age-old road. why do i sing my songs to people and returned everything you told a song about the motherland about